Power Plays

[Verse 1: MG Sleepy]
Phone hittin' round this bitch for all power plays
I'm good in any hood, my face card can sell a pound of shake
I said, nigga on the breakdown, I sell a pound a day
These niggas out here broker than a bitch, I'm finna clown on J (I said)
Bitch I left twenty thousand in the Gucci store, I told 'em keep my change
I need this nigga beat up over east, I'm finna call Lil A
I said, bitch I just ordered Uber X, I'm hittin' all my plays
I'm trippin' out, just smoked a half a zip, somebody called my name
I said, like why you up that tennis rope, that lil' small ass chain
I told this nigga lets go rack for rack, bitch I know you can't
I said, I'm tryna catch a opp and press him like I know your face
Bitch I got fifteen in the standard, I a throw you eight
I said, zip my hoodie up, I'll show you bape
I robbed a nigga with this jacket on, it don't show my face
I said, free my young dog, I'm finna roll Lil Tae
I need a cut before my show, somebody hit up Brey
I said, bitch I just cashed my rap check, this shit just made my day
If I was you I woulda offed myself, 'cause nigga ain't no way
I said, keep beating up that bitch, like what the fuck you gay?
I know you wake up mad as fuck when you don't touch no pape
I said bitch I beat and pop you in your mouth, like what the fuck you say?
I told this bitch she had to move around, she wanna fuck all day

[Verse 2: 10TA Lil A]
I said, even when I'm on a-
(Oh alright, fuck)
(I tried to get on there, I gotta wait 'till the beat drop)
Okay I said, I'm finna call this nigga Sleep, like what the pastor saying
Get a bowl and break it down in zips and get sold by eighths
I said, how you become a opp in April and die by May
We got a show, it's up at Callahans, I'm finna sneak in drac
He don't wanna put that gun down, 'cause I'ma break his face
And let me see you reaching for some J, you gonna die that day, bitch
You said you want some whoops, better call Jay Mayne
I'm in the hood, I'm toting forty-three with a long ass K
I fuck around and get him killed if he touch lil' Dre
Caught a opp, that nigga ducked his head when he saw my face
Mad as hell and if I fucking lose again, I'ma break my game
And when the police try to ask, I ain't got no name
I try to leave 'em stankin' in the whip, I ain't got no aim (I said)
And I ain't put the Carties on, 'cause I broke my frame
What the fuck you got around your neck? That is not no chain (Yup)
I'll get to bussin' at the light, I am not no lame
Was crashing out and then I passed out, 'cause my bro got laced
High as hell, I pulled a four of qual, I can't feel my face (Huh)
Get the reverse and then turn this bitch around and hit 'em right on saints
I'll blow a nigga down the street, call this shit long range (Yeah)
My brodie told me leave the percs alone, 'cause they hurt my brain
You better watch the way you playing, it's a dirty game
And they done took my young boy, he had the thirty eight
Catch a opp and get to fapping at 'em till' he Harlem shake